this really, really gets to me.
you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better.
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense
Good morning, I love you. Have a good day.
Good afternoon, hope you’re having a good day. I love you.
Goodnight, I love you. Sleep Well.
I am the rattling remains of all the pills I swallowed to
protect my body from myself.
Ginseng to go up, milkthistlewheatgrassspirulinabarleygrass valerian to go down.
Hide those supplement bottles; if they shared airspace with the hiddenvodka the universe might just implode.
I am that girl writing pretentious pseudo poetry with
I’m just pretending not to be here.
(Is that okay?)
i think i need to get sloshed tonight
drink and purge and cut and cry overandoverandoverandover until everything goes quiet again
i’m so grossed out by my body right now.
i feel so much better when i’m smaller.
with everything that has been going on, lately, the only thought that gives me any comfort is shrinking.
i know how things need to be. i need more control.